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Do Women have Nocturnal Orgasms, ‘wet dreams?’


Do Women have Wet Dreams?

Absolutely!

So why a hub about women and Wet Dreams? Because many women aren’t aware as to whether they do or do not have wet dreams. And the many women that do have them, better known asNocturnal Orgasms or Emissions, most, keep it under the covers, sort of speak. Then there are those who have never had one and others who do but are unsure given the severity or intensity of the orgasm.

My own experiences as a woman, not until after childbirth, had me bedazzled because no one ever talked about female wet dreams and I knew I was having them. So I privately did some reading and found out some interesting facts.

I thought this content could shed some light for both sexes regarding female wet dreams as this video shows you many women are unclear about the entire subject matter. So let’s dive in, shall we;

What is a female wet Dream?

Wet dreams typically occur in males during their prepubescent and teenage years. Though they usually taper off as males mature. Some may experience them in adulthood.

Wet Dreams are generally defined aserotic dreams that culminate with an orgasm. They are very commonly associated with nocturnal emissions. An involuntary ejaculation that occurs when one’s asleep.

We now know women experience these wet dreams also, not as common or often as men.

When a female experiences a wet dream, the vagina becomes lubricated as she becomes sexually aroused in her dream. However, less liquid is produced by females, leaving less evidence she has had a wet dream.

Women can have wet dreams from the age of 14 for the rest of her life. Your body responds to sex asleep the same way it would if you were awake. There is a fortunate increase in involvement as the dream progresses.

Females and wet dreams

First and Foremost female wet dreams are not rare nor harmful, but perfectly normal

Actually women who experience these dreams, wish they could have them more. Wet dreams and fantasy’s are a way for us to explore the forbidden.

A means for us to explore our sexuality without actually acting on it.

We don’t hear or talk very much about female wet dreams primarily because it is much more common in males, with a greater focus on male sexuality both in science and people in general.

It is also perfectly normal for a woman to not have an orgasm in her sleep or know she has had one.

It’s noteworthy to mention, a female wet dream cannot be directly compared to that of a males.

Women rarely ejaculate fluid at the point of orgasm (there are exceptions-however, that’s another Hub someday) like men.

But women do have nocturnal orgasms, just not as frequently as men. Women who do have orgasms during sleep, usually have them several times a year.

Some History and Stats-The Facts

In 1953, Alfred Kingsey, the famous sexuality researcher, found that nearly 40% of the 5,628 women he interviewed experienced, at least once, a wet dream by the time they reached 45 years of age.

A smaller study in 1986, in the Journal of Sex Research, found that 85% of the women who experienced nocturnal orgasm had done so by the age of 21.

Some even before the age of 13.

Who has Wet Dreams?

40% of women have at least one wet dream by the age of 45. This compares to males at 80%.

It does not mean you lack in sex or have an overactive sex drive.

Sometimes a show or movie that arouses you may trigger this dream. I suggest you watch it again, curl up with a Teddy between your legs and see what happens.

Fewer than 10% of women compared to 50% of men report having wet dreams more than 5x a year.

Men often experience their first orgasm during a wet dream, where women rarely have an orgasm except by sex or other means first.

 

Why do wet dreams occur?

Doctors are not 100% sure why wetdreams occur but there are some arguable theory’s.

  • while asleep the body is actually experiencing what it is dreaming

  • for males, due to a build up of sperm and need to ejaculate

  • testosterone drugs increase the number of wet dreams

  • according to web.md, during an 8 hour period males will get an erection 6-8 times and females will lubricate the same number of times

  • once asleep the body goes through checking test of sexual body parts

 

When do wet dreams occur?

 While we are sleeping, our bodies enter a state known as REM ‘rapid eye movement’. This period can last from a few minutes to a half hour.

 This is the point to which sleepers have the most vivid dreams.

 Wet dreams most often occur during this REM sleep.

How often do wet dreams happen and are they safe?

There is no average number of how often wet dreams occur. Some have reported having these every few months while other women more rarely. There are also those (much fewer) who have reported having wet dreams every few days.

There are some 60 % of women who will never experience a wet dream at all.

Interestingly enough, it is a known fact that women who sleep in longer have more wet dreams than women who don’t. This due to the fact there is more time to allow for REM sleep.

Lastly, wet dreams are completely safe and cause no harm or effect to any part of your body in a negative way. If anything they are extremely healthy for the mind and body and overall feeling of personal sensuality.

So………..

I hope tonight you eat well, have a full tummy, watch a favorite movie with Brad Pit or Ron Jeremy, whichever your preference, tuck in early, don’t forget the Teddy, set your alarm for an hour later in the morning, think erotic thoughts, and hope for the best.

Sweet Dreams my Female Friends.


Bathe


Bathe

Bathe

Bathe in the smugness of others

Flirt if it is a must to interact

It’s of no importance

You’re the task-at-hand

You’ve grown unnoticed

Then uglier with greed

Witness the competition

Try to entrap your ego

You easily spot the crazy ones

By the sheer fact they choose a straw

No children to neglect here

Let’s say good-bye

Yes the crime has been noted

My finder’s fee is large

I must take your sport

Standing tall in this sudden crowd

Emotions clear by the hair on your head

Let’s speed dial the band

They fall distinctly and lightly weak

Pains one to watch

When they claim better

No rhyme in a rhythm

Wicked to beat

Yet smelling sensational

My ink fades to blot

Noticing blood in the water

The victim laughs knowing a drop

Will create clouds in the wetness

Maybe just bad teachers

Or stubborn to be taught

Ovulation dictates my choices

Knowing you have been a mother

Without a daughter to be seen

Spaghetti’s and Sprite

Meals eaten continually

Run and win to kill

Maybe being dirty

Will take you back to Paris

I parked and bored

Some guess this never to be proved

Third Cup is next to scatter

I’m not at all impressed

Fingernail tips so black

Same color as my cousin

Let’s go let’s go let’s go

Where can I bathe I have to know.


His veins turned to Velvet


 

Feeling no pain

lost and lonely, scared and confused

It was clear he had nothing to lose

I was bleeding, enjoying the pain

Ecstasy spilling, right from my vein

But velvet became of his iron life

I was turning, right into his wife

As we became one

Became as one

His bite so sharp, with a slithered sound

I swear to God, I had been found

Feeling faint as I became his

Veins our fortress, like two little kids

Wild and turning, it had begun

No other mortal, would see me become

He was velvet, soon as he felt

My reception, at the state I dealt

Fearless wanting, more of his venom

Breathtaking gorgeous, I studied him

The more I did, the more I bled

My heart beating fast

Unknown if I would last

Yet a fame of fortune

Kept me from succumbing to run

And so I died

Blood trails my guide

He in velvet veins

Me turning insane

Immortal I was seeing

A gift of a new being

From fangs white as snow

Why me, I shall never know

That was then, but here is now

And someone best tell how I allow

A vamp of velvet

Got me so private

It was my turn, to bite back

It was my turn, to see black

To taste the velvet underground

To discover what he too once had found

I bit and sucked with all my might

Feeling his submission and lack of fight

It was final, I was not prey

Predator I did become today

Feeling no pain

 


Come lye here below me


lye here below me

When I was bitten, and chosen to be turned, I was already immortal. An angel. A fallen angel, yes, but an angel nonetheless

Tis that painting

To which you stare

I wrestle in hating

As she’s brushed there

 

Maybe see me so still

But it’s been a lie

A game to kill

What’s it like to cry?

 

I cannot comprehend

What it feels you say real

Wish I could once pretend

But it’s your emotions I do not feel

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

 

Come to me now

Lay your body below me

Your going to feel how

Throbbing loved by we

 

Stare if you must

Your pissing me off

Loose the desired trust

I am furthest from soft

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

Still you crave me

Based on what you have read

Fine weak mortal become we

I will enjoy rubbing on me as you bleed

 

Why must I attract

the obvious retards

Boring as expected to react

You pretend to feel some regard

 

You will die soon

This I say

Tomorrow by noon

I will enjoy you, my prey

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

 

Soon to be master

You’ll think so smart

Watch me play faster

and rip out your heart

 

Best take credit

It’s already dieing

You begged and I read it

My fun an invite to rush your lieing

 

Let’s go, wait we have

Your challenge of jokes

Has clearly offered the road you pave

My joy the day you gasp from chokes

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

Come play tough liar

This is my life

Decievinga crier

Feel my speed as your knife

 

You taunted first

Meaning I haunting last

Unaware I have yes started your curse

Fake mortals like you easily so fast

 

I promise you girly fool

I always get mine

Not one single rule

Especially of your kind

 

You know what’s so crazy

Is calling someone crazy

When you know they are

What is crazy baby?

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

I laugh as you don’t know

Yet call me in public scared then go

Your about to see in person

Karma you disregard ah, so you worsen

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

 

 

 


I need my curser to help me out


I just know if this curser I seem to stare at all day would blink to the rhythm of my i-tunes song that is blasting, I would get much more work done.

Computer Hassles? Phone 13 G-E-E-K

Computer Hassles? Phone 13 G-E-E-K (Photo credit: Jessica.James)

To even increase my productivity and creativity further this would help;

  • clap screen to different faint pantone background colours.
  • threaten me gangster style if i have not typed in over 5 minutes.
  • I would be even more eager to work if my curser was a mini coloured Louis Vuitton purse.
  • squeezing my eyes really tight reacted in the next perfect word to type.
  • a screen wiper freshened my screen by cleaning all the cigarette smoke off after every 3 cigarettes.
  • in a non-computer sounding voice, rather realistic male voice once every half hour told me how gorgeous and talented I was.
  • spell check actually worked.
  • my office chair had bluetooth to my mac and when I try to stand up my mac would say “no more munchies and wine.”
  • a soothing aroma, in a timely matter oozed gently from under my keys when it felt fit.
  • touching my screen with 2 fingers gave me a replacement of 3 minute mirror, not revealing my writing hairstyle.
  • large red WARNING letters flash when I write something stupid [I heard that]
  • when I get a reflection of myself from my screen, it would have really big boobies!
  • that a replica of my hand would come out of my camera hole and give me a slap when I write blogs to write blogs.

 

Any others?

 

Have a great Day!!!!!


Weaker than Yesterday, Stronger than Tomorrow


She cried

somewhere deep in her chest

like the lions roar

but somehow stronger

not even remembering

the details that brought her here

and as she trembled

she felt that when

yet nothing else

could make the difference

for an empty soul

like her broken heart

and confused mind

physical destruction

her self harm

her life had brought her here

for no particular reason

with no particular purpose

the pain is what drove her

now it’s what owned her

and nothing can change that

not even a reconciliation

she feels no self-pity

no guilt

knows she is innocent

but fools herself

into believing

that all be true

she knows no truth

and has no fight

unable to strike

without consequences

far greater than her pain

she has no one to turn to

know one to talk to

in theory at least

because how could you talk

of such horrible things

that almost brought her to death

she’s weaker than yesterday

stronger than tomorrow

sits numb in today

as does she

she is anonymous

must be protected this way

will die to practice this

and live to ensure it

why her

before even she could move

her destiny was determined

her mother completely unaware

if only we could see

what lies before us

before it does

just maybe

just maybe

we could stop pain

since when does the mean

rule the world

such a stupid question

from a naïve girl

wonder what a magician

would cost to remedy

the life of the child

out of surgery

into recovery

from a broken heart

and she to be opened

and rectified

but not before the child

seems they will start again

with strength in there will

she cannot

now will left to be shown

a capture snapshot

of just one moment

when together they were

as one

knowing nothing of the future

that would bring them such pain

undeniably

ruining their lives

forever

and never

Dedicated

to a young sweet teenager. And it has been told she is seemingly exactly like her mother.


A brothel’s ceiling fan


As my memory rests

I never forget why I loved

They told me innocence will never last

I am 40 something, needing to be hugged

Once drenched in pain

Choked back in childhood

When I would dip my right hand

In that gray flour and its gravity

Love is so rare

A handful of ash holds

The entire worlds weight

I belong a long way from here

Will you plunge through my home door

Announce by dance you are here

Get me tied in a love knot, bitten free

Let’s still get stoned

Show me your veined hands

We’ll play and slumber in my life boat

Only to wake, feeling your breath

On my neck. Don’t tell me I am beautiful, show me

Let me learn from your animistic release

Depend on this breeze, as we do our chemicals

To cease my fear your embrace that seeks to still me

Truth is I need to be inspired and dream of you

It’s true there must be an angel smiling on her face

When she thought up ways to put one on mine

Only in tears though do I speak in the dark

Keep your predatory clench in your powerful jaw

It hurts to eat, so you surrender my needs

Inspiring me, releasing me, strengthening me

Now gathering up moms clothes for the poor

A litter of souls, I love as I was protected

Dreadlocks or crew cuts, i spend with my life

Pleasing up my men, only one broke

Blown open, a girl again for the first time

I listened to the earths heartbeat, finally

I am inspired, everyone I miss left hurt

Some have claimed my heart as theirs

When my last love came, he slid a palm

Across my eyes and lent me his mouth

Laid his head in the middle of me

Bent me, and my face rests on the

Meadow of his chest, again to listen

To the earths heartbeat

I see many windows vacant

No one keeps the brothel‘s ceiling fan

Or the infants mouth sewn shut

Suppose none of us stay in one place long

Last night my dream was so deep

My bed came UNroped from it’s actions

My father in the doorway, dead

Just home from the graveyard shift

Inspired as I possess that brothel’s ceiling fan

It has seen all that I do

It is silent and wicked

I find comport as it has seen worse

It’s blue

My brothel’s ceiling fan

My favorite toy and rhythm

Count its turns, as it drills a new hole

Tragic

Tricks of magic

Mix it

Or magic in tricks

Depending on the gift of its breeze

While doing chemicals

Expired

Piles of condoms

Blue.

My magic brothel fan.


I am my biggest fan and follow myself


That’s why I like WordPress, I can follow myself and I haven’t been on a site yet where I otherwise could.  Yes I am aware I am talking to myself.  That’s the gift-what happens in my mind, stays in my mind.  A good coping mechanism when one has lost their marbles and is still hungry, is the imagination.  Oh this came about when……

I realized this morning how serious and quiet, even boring and bitchy I have been lately.  It’s not like I am trying to get out of the responsibility of my actions but do confess book promoting is such a drag.  One month of promoting now and it never occurred to me I could take a break or try and work on my next novel.  Having said that my genius mind has decided under no circumstances can I promote my novel, or I shall turn into an irreversible undertaker professionally.

I say……………….

Shit, I think I just promoted myself.  OK, doesn’t count as I am trying to make excuses for my irritating, irresponsible, isolating, ignorant,  illegal, instigating, intolerable, insensitive, insane, itchy, and intoxicated behavior.  Yes I make myself laugh. I may add quite often, quite hard and for long periods of time. I think I am being tickled from  a nervous breakdown.  So I am here to counteract it with typing some thoughts for the moment, It won’t take long, as I have short term memory lapses.

Not in the telling a funny joke way, actually I never get jokes. But in a OMG kinda way. Difficult to explain and I so wish I was a writer to articulate my funniness or humor suppose is a more classy term. I’m all about class, oozes from me. Yep classy natural humor.

Thank goodness I find myself funny, most don’t. They think I am serious or weird or just don’t understand me, until of course, they get to know me.

That’s when the laughter is expected. Primarily from me. I am trying to think of some examples to demonstrate my hilarious demeanor.

I reckon the Three Musketeers are all doing poems in some fancy uptight format or version? I bet they are not expecting one from me about me [zip it]. Please do not be alarmed that I am talking to myself, I am kinda stuck doing so since ‘You’ [me] make me laugh is written to, about, for, from, well, me.

Well I made up my mind since my minds world got me started. It gave myself permission to publicly make an a**  of myself [quite therapeutic if I do say].  It’s widget time and here’s what I’m thinking *giggles* [no control of bladder sometimes, sorry]

Today I shall be LEGO girl!

May I add that my mother told me; Imagination is said to be intelligence having fun. I like that. Though she said not to share it with people as it cycles too fast and teachers use to think I was trying to get thrown out of class.  Well, unless WordPress has teachers, I feel pretty confident I am safe. If only I could just invent some intelligence, or find where I can buy it? Please advise if you can……… It’s OK your safe, I am not contagious [well there anyways].

Hope you guessed by now what makes me laugh is my own imagination. Good thing people can read my mind cause imagine if they couldn’t

Let’s imagine if…….

  • I had an imagination
  • siamese twins were formerly joined at the lips
  • spin the bottle could only be played by schizophrenics
  • there was a medical devise for reshaping the tongue
  • men used portable urinals-remembering to shake
  • that Britney was my daughter
  • we gave out free earplugs to elephants
  • all hot married men had single twin brothers
  • if I wasn’t so funny
  • if I understood what PSYCHOANALYTICAL meant

And imagine if……….

  • I owned HubPages
  • babies and elders didn’t poop their pants but the rest of us did
  • the dictionary was funny
  • Blowfish were the ones smuggling cocaine through the waterways
  • Google slept, just even once
  • cats could have a drivers licence
  • seahorses discovered another side to the globe
  • we could follow ourselves and leave awesome fan mail all over the net
  • we could buy accolades or trade like hockey cards
  • No one had hair except sunnieday and kimberly gray

And imagine if…………….

  • we could be immature forever
  • we could eat right from our computer screens pictures of food [careful with the fish]
  • Shamoo was a person in real life
  • snakes all had a big nose
  • OMG if I was not so smokin hot
  • The automatic Umbrella doubled as a toiled when turned upside down [what? there are emergencies
  • a vampire bit me, again but 3x now missed the spot
  • if I was a writer
  • all recipes were interactive
  • school principles were not allowed to use their intercoms

And imagine if…………….

  • it was impossible to be famous
  • you could induce an instant orgasm by scratching your head
  • you could create itchy pink dandruff
  • politicians didn’t have artificial hearts
  • parrots could only curse and swear
  • OMG I wasn’t so self-consumed
  • if men wen’t so confusing in bed
  • you could eat your tickles
  • I won some talent
  • our bums were always exposed
  • eating radishes grew hair on men and women’s chests

And imagine if…………….

  • burkas were made of leather
  • I could be of sound mind, and have volume controls
  • Visa was a gift with each bible redeemable at any fast food restaurant
  • the sound of dogs barks were farts and their farts made a bark
  • if I was born a day earlier, how different my life might have been
  • if we all would think alike – bet there would be a lot less humour
  • if we never once had to get up in the morning
  • a new pair of shoes came with every supersize meal
  • SomewayOuttaHere learned to be cool and ride motorcycles
  • the world all became Canadian citizens

And imagine if…………….

  • lineups were illegal
  • I had boobies
  • I was the face on the hundred dollar bill
  • Heaven was at the pick up counter in Starbucks
  • I wasn’t long-winded
  • Police wore tighter pants by 2 sizes
  • the most elite golf courses in the world were in the bronx
  • the duration of pregnancy was 3 hours, 4 with twins
  • only truck drivers had emotions
  • cure for hangovers were somersaults
  • Wayne finally washed his willy
And imagine if……………
  • if spiders wore tap shoes
  • denture glue was a multi-purpose deodorant, and skin cream as well.
  • jellyfish was delicious with peanut butter
  • blogging increased your IQ [start-blog a lot!]
  • superheroes wore trench coats with belts, not capes
  • Denzel Washington proposed to me
  • the playboy mansion was a gift from Hef
  • beautiful brides didn’t get ugly later on
  • colour coded souls so people could see right through you
  • sex was a legal if we kept maintaining the 4x a day law
  • snot did not exist

And imagine if…………….

  • pornography was famous due to the fact the ‘actors’ had to be clothed
  • those scam inheritance emails were real
  • you could make money writing
  • gambling was mandatory for all citizens until the age of 21
  • WordPress also doubled as an ATM machine [get cash from CD slot]
  • WordPress bought each blogger a racehorse of their choice
  • Robert Downey Junior took me out on the ever waiting date in Bermuda
  • a 6 pack really had 7 and the 7th was free
  • there was a huge black market for buying and selling blogs using bookies as they would know how to stay under internet police radar
  • imagine if I kept going ……………………..


Henna is working for treatment with great success


I have said before scars are just tattoos with better stories. What do we do when these scars are from self harm and carry much shame and no interesting stories, just pain? There is a natural therapeutic form of help………………..

Henna Saves Lives-England’s Treatment Working

My mental illness is no secret at HubPages. I write a great deal about it. What we need to understand are the actions and reactions that stem from mental illness. To do so as a means of reaching out in hopes of helping another.

The success of this treatment [self administered] became a healthy new coping mechanism and the inspiration share what not many have still heard of, I also had not heard of these treatments. This is one of the most accurate, and compassionate pieces I have written on this disorder.

Marriage Counseling?, Chemotherapy and baldness? Surgery? Self Mutilation? Tribal Rituals? Event Tattooing? Hair enhancer? Scarring Solutions? Hindu Weddings? Marker for Radiology? Body Art? Sex? Skin Graphing? Cooling treatments for sun effects? Celebrating new Births? And BODY ART. Henna now plays a role in all these.

How do I know this, specifically with self injury? I have a Borderline Personality Disorder, which comes with a lifetime of self cutting, self harm and mutilating and I also abused drugs via IV/ self administered needles. Very quickly for me, the needle became an addiction in that of itself.

Some words to describe this illness are; of self harm / cutting are; pain, sight, blood, scars, isolation, secrets, shame, no self worth, lack of self esteem, precision, relief, usually past abuse, mutilation, loneliness, addiction, control, then lastly and shockingly the release of pain. Mental and emotional pain. There is an answer and I am going to describe this brilliant treatment I learned of a few years ago

Control

I was still cutting and causing myself to bleed as my coping mechanism as well as use needles full or empty to create my own different pain. One I could control and one that would let me escape what issues I needed to for most of my life.

My boyfriend feeling helpless, started to research treatments, for this as you can imagine his concern and the need to want to help me.

Ill back up a bit. What is Henna? Henna, as used, is a natural dirt based paste once mixed with water. It is 100% natural and comes from a flowering plant and the sole species in a line of genus plants from the Lawsonia family of Lythraceae.

This means nothing, better described; I tell you it’s a thin mud that stains in an orange, light brown color for approximately 6 weeks.

This is why Henna tattooing is beautiful when done properly. My boyfriend however found a site in England that treated self injury by switching the obsession to Henna tattooing. By using it very similar the same way without any damage. But for me, came an incredible mess. Easy enough, have a Henna sheet you can work on.

I first was ecstatic and instead of hurting myself used a needle top bottle of henna and began to create. That first time I spent 15 hours and messed and stained myself everywhere. But I understood the concept. However it was a long 6 weeks.

The intricate designs and hours of body painting I couldn’t believe took my needle and knife cravings away. Then because it is mud once it dries you have to pick it off as though you were pulling and picking away pain. Once that was removed a stain of your design almost resembled blood by it’s color and imaginary markings.
I have since learned to Henna where my skin is not exposed and sometimes will do a tattoo bracelet or sandal foot design.

There are so many medical and physiological, beauty and ritual uses for Henna now having a developing for the past 9000 years. They have traced some of these Henna rituals back as far as 1550 BC in Egypt where it was used for medical purposes with prayer.

My prayer has been answered. I have not hurt myself in 2 years. I may not be a special artist in this area but I’ll settle for messy stains rather than messy scars.

Thank you Henna, I think we will be together a very long time.

If you are suffering from self injury, try this, I promise you it doesn’t make much sense on paper but it makes the world of sense on your body.


Emotional Prompts rarely written


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you enjoy writing about emotional issues that depend on your imagination and opinion, or those of others, hope this helps.  Remembering it can be fiction or non-fiction. Pick a creative writing prompt, blog it and post it here, maybe we can laugh and relate together.

  1. How you need to listen to me
  2. Seemingly guilty from a particular action
  3. Do black women really not like white women, why?
  4. Right or wrong, who would you release from prison and who would you put in?
  5. Are women emotionally more intelligent or just talk more openly?
  6. Moving to a new country and falling in love
  7. Having a dozen over-protective brothers
  8. Secrets revealed for the first time
  9. Controlling your anger
  10. How to apologize when you know you were wrong.
  11. Disrespecting the code
  12. Reaction to being taped without your knowledge
  13. Your sister killed a man
  14. Getting caught with a blow up doll, dancing together
  15. Behaviours towards the man who killed your husband
  16. Crying-provokes and soothes it
  17. Realize it’s so hard to see the rainbow
  18. I am vain
  19. Collecting evidence to prove your innocence and soon convicted
  20. The humour when your your husband flew after the floor display trampoline in Walmart, trying to show off
  21. Author you would date and like to get to know
  22. Talk about the people you like and why
  23. When do you lie and why
  24. Frying yellow carrots
  25. What would your children’s book be titled?
  26. Name one charity you would run worldwide
  27. What are you afraid of and the funny reaction you would have physically if faced with a situation carrying this fear
  28. Aging and the humour in it
  29. Dancing-can choose any funny subject here
  30. Is your will containing what you would like done with your writing left live?
  31. Who’s feedback would you like on whatever you just published
  32. writing an entire book in sequence but each word spelt backwards
  33. Could you see yourself in a creative writing contest containing one of these prompts?
  34. How else could we approach the death penalty
  35. 35 What is your superpower?
  36. Where do seahorses play?
  37. What sports superstar champion, Olympic gold medalist would you be?
  38. How do you hide
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